She didn't wait for Melpomene to confirm her statement, just went to the bathroom door and peered out. Don't embarrass yourself. Well she knew what everyone else would mean by that, but with Melpomene it was a bit of a mystery. There he was, by the bar, actually drawing smiles out of that stoic Nordic boy. She sighed wistfully, looking at his hair, his body, his smile, until someone else leaving the bathroom forced her to step out.
Erato walked with cool poise, up to the bar as if she didn't even see the very sun shining right there. She leaned over the bar a bit, tits up and out.
"Lars, darling, can I get the same again? Oh! Is that you, Musagetes?" She turned her sweetest smile onto him, meeting his eyes and almost drowning in them immediately.